The Soft, The Beautiful Poem by Ripa Dass

In autumn, when the earth is so dry,
and the trees have shed their jwellery-
the forest looks so bare and frown;
the earth looks so destructed,
as if destroyed by some rivalru.
But when spring comes,
the light green soft new leaves,
when comes out of the trees-
the earth rejoices and looks like a queen.
The soft, colourful buds of rose and lily;
look so pleasent when in the dawn,
dew drops form on them-
and the cushiony green cover spreads
in and around the lawn.
It's so beautiful to look at
when the buds bloom,
from the window pane I see them,
of my comfortable parlour room.